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@acjuniper.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 3:43 PM

Today is Canadian #Thanksgiving and this year I am focusing on gratitude for #FoundFamily, such as here with #BlueskyPoets #WritingCommunity

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@thispeterlomas.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 2:24 PM

Shooting stars are words
Come and gone but some are caught
In the poet's mind

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@thispeterlomas.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 1:48 PM

Hills dawn under mist
Skies clothed damp in darker grey
The sun's day is lost

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@wodz.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 1:46 PM

now
that any nothing
can be a thing
with the wave of a tragic wand
and actual things are left outside
to carry every piece of blame
there can surely be no shame
in calling out
another tender poem

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@lettersdirectory.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 12:48 PM

ploughing stellar dams in bribery songs
subspacewagon.systems/ploughing-st...

a tint of malaise at the sound of coins crashing onto twine concrete
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@lettersdirectory.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 12:43 PM

Disappearances in U.S. have been underway and the media is silent
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The quickly approaching solitary confinement for the disabled (lost memories)
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@wodz.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 12:39 PM

the dead

are legless
having drunk too much
of life
but follow somehow
in our footsteps
like love's
weary
echo

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@lettersdirectory.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 12:18 PM

The Piano Juries (In the Septic Town)

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@clot77.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 10:36 AM

#Prose
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@lagahoo.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 10:18 AM

Chaos beckons me
Illusions of calm waters
Deceive my reason

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@lagahoo.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 10:17 AM

Tight surface tension
Suggest the calm Façade hides
Severe rip currents

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@rock-rex.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 9:39 AM

"Post Mortem".

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When it is hauled – dissolving, hard to see
as what was once a human being –
out of the winter lake,
they gape in silence:
puffs of vapour stand for voices.

Brought to shore, it lies upon a canvas sheet;
the brightly painted rowing boat
is dragged up on the freezing mud,
and those with jobs to do leave in relief.
The rest look anywhere but at their dripping catch,
and wait until the surgeon comes
to certify the thing is dead.

It’s whisked away,
laid out upon a table, stainless steel —
and then the slicing and the sawing,
and the grim performance
of the modern haruspectic rite
that seeks for omens, not of things to come,
but of the past.

Here, trapped within the folds of grey,
a bullet’s found, striations mapped;
upon the wrists and ankles, barely visible,
abrasion marks.
The organs bottled, tissues laid on slides,
and dental work recorded...
finally the closing, crudely stitched.
The corpse is slid into a chilly drawer,
the table’s sluiced,
and there’s just time for sandwiches and tea
before the next one’s wheeled along.

Examining the entrails, though, brings no success;
the days drag past, then weeks,
and after months the clockwork of investigation
slows, winds down, and other cases
take its place.
The human jetsam – missing
certain bits and pieces – is reduced
to smoke and ash, unmourned, unmarked.
From water into air, then fire,
and finally it’s laid in earth.

published in Oatleaf Poetry Magazine, June 2025
(nominated for Pushcart Prize)